I spent my 27th birthday in what has now become one of my very favorite cities in the world.
I woke up to a completed 27th year to discover Aram was on the road to recovery from his epic illness, which was the best present I could have asked for. We made our way to breakfast at More Quarters to find a tower of handcrafted cupcakes (complete with edible sparkles) waiting for us at our table, with a note from the staff saying they had donated to the Matchbox project in my name.
After breakfast, we went to the Cape of Good Hope, saw some penguins, and then dropped off our group at the hotel to get ready for dinner.
Three of us decided to go on a hike at Table Mountain where there was zero visibility. We learned that when South Africans say “zero visibility”, they mean it. We also learned that there is a lovely little restaurant that serves beer on tap at the top of Table Mountain. After making the most of this find, we decided to go on a hike in the fog. I definitely suggest you listen to the warning signs before going on any of the more dangerous trails.
We somehow managed to stay alive and have a great time even though visibility was quite sparse. We made it down just in time for dinner.
Shannon (The Woman Formerly Known As Beautiful) made us reservations at Mount Nelson’s restaurant. The kids got their own table and Brian and I decided to eat anything we couldn’t easily find at home. We had smoked crocodile salad and tons of bush meat, but our favorite was the Springbok.
We ended the night with a champagne toast and sparklers on a dessert to celebrate the end of one of the most exciting and interesting years of my life. This was by far the greatest way I could ever think of to celebrate a birthday.